Christian Webster? Ayy, yeah, that's me, how you doin' Doc? I'm fine but we're here to talk about you How are you feeling? Good, I guess Uh, I mean I do have these dark thoughts sometimes Some anger Hmm, go on I don't think it's somethin' I should really talk about It's a safe space here, Chris I'm sure it's nothing I haven't heard before You sure about that? Come on, how bad could it be? Well, alright I just really wanna murder some people, is that okay? Only when I get the urge I'm not sayin' like every day But this Ka-Bar knife and this axe have been askin' when we could play And I explain the consequences and laws that stand in the way But if not for that, I guess I'd be stakin' out your address For two weeks, just learnin' your routines and your habits When you take your morning jog and when you take your kids to practice So the night you got the house to yourself, I'ma grab the hatchet Sneak around the side door Looks like you forgot to latch it Cut the phones and WiFi so you don't do anything drastic Walk into your room I'm sorry I startled you on that mattress But baby, we got some plans I already picked out the casket When I choose my means of murder, better hope it's a gun But I've got options, you've got nowhere to run The type of guy playin' Grand Theft Auto Just runnin' people over for fun Give me a sec' this'll be over and done Because There's nowhere to run to There's nowhere to hide When I got murder on my mind 'Cause I'ma hunt you And when I find where you been at, I'ma creep behind And then when I catch you I'll take my time 'Cause I got murder on my mind There's no one to save you So dont be surpri— I think we need to be done here One sec', Doc, just a couple more things I think somewhere in my body I've got a caged demon Creepin' into my psyche when I be day dreamin' I hear them blades screamin' Ready to grab somebody, stab somebody Get my mask all bloody like a Jason scene And I've just got them dark thoughts And they creepin' into my purview That little voice inside of me wants nothin' more than to hurt you I'll turn a person to worm food With a type of method that will certainly disturb you Creepin' out around curfew No skeletons in my closet, they buried 'em back Next to my shack Wrapped in carpets and tarps I've got a map of where I marked the shallow graves in which I left 'em to rest So I could go and visit 'em in case I ever forget A serial killer who's scrapin' off the serial numbers Of the murder weapon I'm wieldin' when appearin' from under the fuckin' bed And at that point, I'm sorry, you're fuckin' dead I think something's off in my fuckin' head But bitch There's nowhere to run to There's nowhere to hide When I got murder on my mind 'Cause I'ma hunt you And when I find where you been at, I'ma creep behind And then when I catch you I'll take my time 'Cause I got murder on my mind There's no one to save you So dont be surprised When I got murder on my mind You okay, Doc? You look like you seen a ghost I'm gonna need you to leave my office immediately There's nothing, nothing I can do to help you W-w-w-wait, but-but Just please, please leave I won't tell anyone about this Just please don't hurt me Hurt you? Doc, they're just thoughts Get out, just please, get the fuck out You said this was a safe space Please get the fuck out, just get out Man, fuck therapy Just please, please Tony Soprano was right Fuckin' last time I ever talk about my goddamn feelings